These they carried to the table.
The others waited to see upon which side Fergus placed his.

He put it down on one side.
"Excuse me, major," Stauffen said, changing it--putting him facing the fire, and placing his own on one side, while his companion was opposite to him.
Then they stood, stiffly waiting, until Fergus, with a shrug of his shoulders, took his place.
The dinner consisted of a thin soup, followed by the meat of which it had been made, stewed up and served with a good gravy and two sorts of vegetables.

The bread was white and good.

A bottle of rough country wine was placed by the side of each.
"The commandant feeds us better here than I was fed at Spielberg," Fergus said cheerfully.

"If I got broth there I did not get meat; if I had meat I had no broth; and they only gave me half a bottle of wine.